Friday October 17th 2025

I made a text comment to SiL about how it was interesting that Nannie doesn't remember the one big thing in her life she has always used for an excuse and to get as much pity from others, by reminding them of her invalidism. SiL replied back that she wasn't all surprised because "Nannie has Alzheimers, and that's how they are."  Well, duh, I didn't say I was 'surprised', I just said it was 'interesting', because for YEARS we heard about all that pitifulness from her ENDLESSLY. smh. Love to be mis-understood and 'corrected'. Check, got it! Of course none of my 40+ years in nursing with me having observed so many patients with dementia and Alzheimers counts toward anything. I was told about how at "her" facility (where she does hair) the patients get agitated when there is commotion, and I should go pick her up earlier so she doesn't have a reason to get agitated by the hustle and bustle.

I would recommend she spend as much time with Nannie, morning-noon-and-night, for months and years on end and see how her attitude might change just a little bit.

[ END of RANT.]

Four hours until Nannie-Retrieval-Time. 

I wonder if SiL has somehow learned of this site and maybe read my post from this AM or yesterday. I don't want to be paranoid, but she drove into the back yard, got out of the truck and tossed the box of TENA 3X overnight pads down heavily on the patio table, as in with 'attitude', and without missing a second, she turned and  got back in the truck; as she did so, she turned and saw me sitting on the sofa and gestured back, pointing at the box. Then into the truck she got and beat it out of the yard. Now she may have had a really awful day and I misread what I saw, but who knows. This IS a public forum, after all.

Anyway, my mother once told us kids that if you were poking around and snooped into other people's stuff, or listened to a conversation you weren't 'in on'.......that you might very well hear or see something not meant for you; as in eavesdropping will sometimes let you hear something you don't like. We were brought up to not be nosy, and respect a person's personal privacy. Which I guess you could say that *I* am not doing that by posting here. But y'all don't know her, so I never thought to rein myself in strongly.

Was it Wayne Dwyer who said, "What you think of me is none of my business."? I ascribe to that saying. 

So anyway, she had said in her text last night that maybe if I picked Nannie up earlier, she would not be caught up in the commotion of a lot of people there all at once, and she would be in a better mood. So I gave up another 1/2 hour of my 'time off' and got her at 4:30 pm    (......because, of course it is "my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault." ??)

In my head I hear the Ballad of Dwight Frye (from Alice Coopers first album) where the guy screams, "I've got to get out- of- here! I've got to get-OUT-OF-HERE, OUT. OF. HERE. OUT. OF. HERE. !"

I don't want to go spend $$$ on lotto or sweepstakes tickets, because as much as I've hoped and wished for a big win, I seem to always get bupkes, nada, zilch. So there is nothing for me to fall back on.

I will not subject you to any more of my heated mental knots today, when, my goodness, there is always Nannie to watch while she folds and refolds and re-refolds (ad infinitum) her sleeve cuffs.

Thank you for being the only adults I can talk to when I lose my s***.

my oldest sister and youngest son give me lectures about health, and especially dementia patients and I just nod and say "oh" and in my head I think they have no idea about my career. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but it does bother dh. I wish I could get my doctors to talk to me like I know a thing or two, but I've pretty much given up on that. They seem to be preoccupied by screens. 

I continue with the deck railing painting, except it rained this morning and thus too wet to paint today. Yesterday's painting was interrupted by riding along with dh to drop off the trailer for service, and then later, picking it up. 

dh and eldest ds got tickets and are at the baseball playoff game tonight. I can have what I want for dinner, and I think it will be popcorn. 

G'day!

Work was more like an insane asylum with so many confused and agitated patients.  They were calling security on a patient as I was leaving.  Hope they are gone when I get back.